From worshipping I now arise Stunned and aghast, with open eyes I see the real, the little you I thought so gallant, brave and true. A pity yet is mine, I fear, Since wherefore comes this falling tear, For none among your fawning throng Will love you well, nor love you long. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HIS DYING BROTHER, MASTER WILLIAM HERRICK by ROBERT HERRICK TO SIR HENRY GOODYERE by BEN JONSON WHY? by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON PURIM, 1900 by ALICE D. BRAHAM THE CITY [OF THE DEAD]. by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE DOUBLE SKEIN by ALICE CARY DR. BOOKER T. WASHINGTON TO THE NATIONAL NEGRO BUSINESS LEAGUE by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER SR. |